Sienna’s POV

“All you do is terrify your staff,” I snapped.

Cosette’s lips curled into that fake-sweet smile she always wore when she was about to twist the knife.


“Terrifying your staff?” she mocked, voice low so only we could hear. “Please. I was educating them. Someone has to.”

I laughed. One sharp, ugly bark that made the maids flinch.


“Educating. Right.” I stepped closer until the toes of my bare feet almost touched her polished black shoes. “Let me educate ...